Ariana’s POV
As I stretched my legs out for him, he traced my c**t with the tip of his finger. Sparks rushed through me, his touch sending waves that made my body vibrate like electricity had been passed through it. Each gentle stroke built higher, and I could only grin as pleasure washed over me again and again.
Julian teased me without the slow, calculating movement of his fingers, trailing along my inner thighs. With every touch, he raised his face to watch my reaction, watching closely to see which one got me melting with the most joy.
"Julian," I whispered his name. "You’d be perfect at working as a professional masseur." I said it half as a tease and half as a compliment.
Honestly, he’s that good. I would pay a fortune to have someone handle me the way he does if I knew him and h
